Page 34 of Hastings (Brothers in Arms #15)

CHAPTER 34

“I feel like a fool,” Stephen said, looking up at Hastings. “I’m older than both of you and yet I’m the untutored one here in the arts of love.” He was more than a little unsure of himself with these two, feeling every inch the provincial country parson.

“Arts of love?” Maddy said, sliding her hand from his shoulder down his arm until she clasped his hand in hers. “I like that. I like the way it sounds. So much better than fucking.”

“I like it, too,” Hastings said, and Stephen saw a smile cross his face, fleeting but genuine. “I honestly don’t think there’s ever been love involved before when I’ve shagged someone.”

Stephen couldn’t catch his breath. “And now?” he asked, nervously awaiting Hastings’s answer.

“What was it you said just a bit ago?” Hastings asked. “Oh, yeah. Your heart is involved in physical intimacy. Something along those lines, right? Well, my heart is involved.”

Stephen wrapped his arm around Hastings’s leg and pressed his face against the other man’s hip. “I’m glad,” he murmured, not wanting them to see how much even that vague confession meant to him.

Hastings tipped his head back with a finger under his chin. “Stephen, you had to know that already. I haven’t really tried to hide my feelings for you from anyone.”

Stephen closed his eyes and shook his head. “It’s still good to hear the words.”

“That doesn’t mean—” Hastings began, but Stephen shook his head again as he interrupted.

“No. Don’t say anymore. I don’t want to discuss anything other than this moment, this togetherness, this act of love.”

“All right,” Hastings said quietly.

Maddy had been silent, letting them have that moment while she lightly ran her fingers across Stephen’s upper back. Her nails were sharp, and she was almost tickling him with them. Now she scratched him like a cat and Stephen was shocked when his cock reacted with enthusiasm to the sting of pain.

“My heart is very much involved. I’d like my quim to be, too,” she whispered archly, biting his earlobe. Her language shocked and thrilled him. His reaction made him feel more inexperienced than ever. Hastings just laughed.

“I’ll bet you would,” Hastings told her. Stephen saw him grab ahold of her hair, which was piled on her head in a fashionable style. He pulled her away from Stephen’s ear. “Let’s put that busy mouth to work.” He took his erection in hand and pointed it down at Maddy.

Maddy leaned forward and, rising higher on her knees, took the tip of Hastings cock into her mouth. Every part of Stephen grew hot and heavy and aching watching her. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, and Hastings used his grip on her hair to move her head up and down, more of his cock disappearing into her mouth before she slid back to the tip and then forward again. Hastings hissed, but Stephen could tell it was pleasure.

“It feels that good?” he whispered, unable to look away.

Maddy slid all the way off and Hastings let her. “You’ve never had anyone suck your cock before?” she asked with obvious disbelief.

“No,” he said. “Should I have?”

“What on earth?” she exclaimed. “With a grand cock like you’ve got?”

“First he sucks mine,” Hastings said firmly. “Then he gets his.”

Stephen’s stomach was suddenly full of butterflies. “You want me to…to do what Maddy just did?”

“That’s right,” Hastings said. “I want to put my cock in your saintly parson’s mouth and fuck it.”

“Oh my God,” Maddy said, her eyes closing. “That is the naughtiest thing I’ve ever heard someone say.” Her eyes popped open. “And trust me, coming from me, that’s saying a lot.”

“Show him how,” Hastings said to her.

“You are bossy,” she replied, but she tempered it with a kiss on the side of his erection. “Come here, Stephen, love,” she told him. She pulled him up to kneel next to her. “All you have to do is take it in your mouth, like it’s a sweet treat you want to suck on, like sugar candy.” She took Hastings’s cock and guided it to her mouth and showed Stephen.

“Christ on a crutch,” Hastings muttered. “You’re good at that. You’ve got an amazing mouth.”

“I wish I could say I’ve never done this before,” she replied, her voice wry with regret. “But this is the first time I’ve ever wanted to.” She smiled up at him. “You’re clean and you smell nice, and you taste salty and sweet. And I like knowing it’s you in my mouth.”

“That sounds like a declaration of love,” Hastings teased.

She laughed and Stephen’s heart wrenched. She sounded so happy, so carefree. He’d never seen her like this, unconcerned with appearances and not trying to be something she wasn’t. It was as if she’d stripped herself bare before them, showing them what she’d kept hidden underneath. It made him want her more, so much more. He wanted to give her himself, and Hastings, and everything, anything she wanted.

He reached up and took Hastings’s cock from her. He’d held it earlier, and yet it still thrilled him, the act of physically loving Hastings. Now that he was doing it, he couldn’t believe he’d waited so long. Why had he waited?

With my body I thee worship, he thought. He leaned forward, and with his eyes locked on Hastings, took his cock in his mouth just as Maddy had done.

He swirled his tongue over the end, toying with the hood there, and he watched Hastings shudder with intense desire, his eyes like slits as he kept watching Stephen. “I’ve dreamed of this,” Hastings whispered.

Stephen slid his mouth down, taking as much of Hastings’s cock as he could. He held it there, and had to swallow, and Hastings cursed softly. Then he slid his mouth down and off. Hastings’s taste lingered in his mouth. Maddy was right, sweet and salty. Stephen could feel her watching him and it heightened his arousal and enjoyment.

“Did I do that right?” he asked, knowing that he had, enjoying being the tease.

“Any more right and you’d be swallowing something else,” Hastings said breathlessly. “Do you…is it all right? For you?”

“I like it,” Stephen said honestly. “I like pleasuring you. Giving you pleasure, I mean.” He rubbed his thumb over the tip of Hastings’s cock, sliding the hood back and a drop of moisture was there, as if just waiting for Stephen to taste it. So he did. He licked the end slowly, tasting Hastings’s seed, and it was so decadent his own cock jerked and ached. He hummed his pleasure and Hastings wrapped his hand over Stephen’s on his cock and squeezed tightly.

“I can’t last,” Hastings said with a groan. “Watching him enjoy my cock in his mouth has me ready to burst.”

“Untie my laces,” Maddy said to Stephen breathlessly. He turned to her, suddenly embarrassed because she’d witnessed his enjoyment. She was sitting back on her heels, cupping her breasts in her palms. “Hurry,” she said. “I want to feel you on my skin.”

Hastings leaned over and fumbled with the ties on her dress and then just ripped them open.

“My dress,” she hissed. “I only have the three, you know.” She was looking over her shoulder at the tattered laces of the brown dress he’d admired on her.

“I’ll buy you another dress,” Hastings promised. “I’m all thumbs right now. God, Mads, hurry.” He cupped Stephen’s chin and turned his face and guided his cock to Stephen’s mouth, tapping the end on his lower lip. It was so erotic Stephen moaned. “Open up,” Hastings whispered. “Let me in.”

Stephen opened his mouth and let Hastings slide himself inside. He tasted so good Stephen sucked on him as if he really was sugar candy. Hastings moaned and then he began to rock his hips, moving in and out of Stephen’s mouth, and Stephen knelt there and let him do it, let him fuck his mouth. It was erotic and thrilling and Stephen reached out and grabbed Hastings’s legs, scooting closer, letting Hastings do whatever he wanted to him. He moaned as he felt Hastings’s cock get impossibly hard in his mouth, felt the throb of his desire on his tongue, tasted his impending release.

Hastings was panting as if he was running a race. “I’m going to come,” he said tightly.

“Of course you are,” Maddy said, laughter in her voice. She scooted up behind Stephen. “ I’m about to come, and he hasn’t got his mouth on me.” She leaned against Stephen’s back, and he felt her bare breasts pressing into his skin, and all he could do was moan his pleasure around Hastings’s cock in his mouth.

Hastings pulled out of Stephen’s mouth and Stephen found that he was panting, too, that he missed the tangy hardness of him. He buried his face in the springy curls next to Hastings’s cock as Hastings stroked himself. Then Hastings pushed himself back into Stephen’s mouth and suddenly Stephen was trying to swallow a mouthful of his salty release. Maddy was leaning over his shoulder, her lips at his ear, panting as hard as he and Hastings was.

“That’s right,” she told him. She put her hand around his throat as he swallowed, and Stephen thought he was going to spend right then. When Hastings cock grew soft and his grip on Stephen’s shoulder relaxed, Stephen let him out of his mouth.

“That was fucking perfect,” Hastings told him, his voice thready. “I can barely stand I just came so hard.”

Maddy moved away from Stephen so he could relax back on his heels. Then Hastings knelt in front of him and to Stephen’s surprise he kissed him. He held Stephen’s head in both of his hands and ate at Stephen’s mouth, licking every corner, tracing his lips, and soon Stephen was clinging to him, desperate for release, for more touching, more heat, and sweat, and Maddy and Hastings. Hastings broke the kiss and a gentle sound from beside them made Stephen look over at Maddy.

She was squeezing her breasts so hard it looked painful, but she had a look of ecstasy on her face. When she saw Stephen watching her, she reached out and cupped his cheek. “Come here,” she said softly. “Come and taste me.” She guided Stephen to her breast, and he licked tentatively at her nipple.

“You taste different,” he said in wonder. Maddy laughed, but it was tremulous.

“Do I?” she asked. “I wouldn’t know. Now suck on my breast like you sucked on his cock.”

Stephen looked up at her with surprise. “Like candy?” he asked.

“No,” she said. “Rough. Like a man who is making love to me and is desperate to taste my skin and make me wet.”

“Christ almighty, Mads. The things you say,” Hastings said. “Watch me,” he told Stephen. He gathered Maddy to him and, leaning her over his arm, licked her other breast. Then he took most of it in his mouth and sucked, hard enough to hollow his cheeks.

“Yes,” Maddy hissed. She buried her hands in Hastings’s hair.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Stephen said, unsure of how far to go.

“I like it,” Maddy said breathlessly. “I can’t help it. I’m sorry.” She pushed Hastings off, and she looked upset.

“No, no,” Stephen said frantically. “I’m not judging you. I’ve just never done it. I don’t want to hurt you because I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Hastings had his forehead on Maddy’s shoulder. “No one is judging anyone,” he said as firmly as he could, although his voice was still a little weak. “He’s just learning his way, Mads.”

“Right, right,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I am, too. I mean, I didn’t know I’d like that. But it’s what I want. And when Hastings did it, I liked it. I want you to do it, too.”

“What have people done before?” Stephen asked. “I mean, just tell us what you want.”

“I am,” she said, frustration and a little anger in her voice. “I don’t know what I like. I’ve let a few people shove their cocks in me wherever they had a mind to and wherever I’d let them, and after they came, they went away, and I got whatever it was I needed from them. There was none of this. No pleasuring me.” She sighed. “I didn’t want it from them. I want it from you. So, I’m learning what I like. Is that all right?”

“Darling Maddy,” Stephen said, forcing the sorrow out of his voice at her confession. “Everything you want is all right. Tell me when I’ve gone too far, though, because I won’t know.” He took a deep breath and confessed his own desires; desires he’d denied himself until now. “The truth is, I want to do all manner of rough things to you both. I want to suck on you, and bite you, and take you from behind so hard you cry out from it.”

“Oh God,” she said breathlessly. “Yes, yes, yes.”